Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
"Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre, mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað…"
"Those who must rule everything."A socio-economic group thru out history, that periodically is surprised by the appearance of peasants bearing opinions, fact, torches and pitchforks -- and actually wanting to OWN THEMSELVES.It's rare to see a first hand visitation, but delegating certain privy activities ain't near as safe as it usta be, before the beeg lay-oofs, senhor. Ya know: blabby ex-subordinates and all that.Sigh. Ruling just is losing that 'insulated from common reality' lustre, eh?John, the Redfrom the West End of Lake Erie
PS:Oh yoo-hoo!! Say there big corporate boy. Just for you:http://jewishworldreview.com/julia/gorin030802.aspsame-o
Uh, John, what are you talking about?
I am so totally confused.
John, Ed,Alex would be the star of Monday night's post. The rocket surgeon who threw down in a bar in Bloomington.Now when, oh, say, prospective future employers google his name, that newspaper article will pop up forever more.
Oh, damn --- sometimes I do wonder about mese'f.Unhh...OK...this is a bit embarrassing, but I confused this topic with the one about:http://twowheeledmadwoman.blogspot.com/2010/03/lilly-exec-lies-abour-guns-in-cars-bill.html --- I thot the snot-pie exec-subject of the article had showed up here on a personal cyber-investigation.Mea culpa, with the aid of a week's worth of assorted meds & tooo many sleepless painful nights due to a abscessed tooth/jaw. Last night was the worst, and apparently, the turning point. The Z-pack 'biotics have finally grabbed aholt of the bug and kicked it around some. I can actually chew on one side of my mouth this AM.Good thing the germ has turned, too. I was running out my whiskey supplements for the sedatives that kept me from running out front door into an emergency room, begging for a immediate facial amputation.The Spetnatz have it right about getting immediate interrogation results. Just shove a horseshoe rasp straight across a person's teeth and those nerve endings will hurt inescapably worse than cut meat ever does.JohnM, & etc.
Although I must say that the Julia Gorin article is very interesting, and moreover, something I need my wife to read.
Is it safe?
.......I like bacon.....and guns. Seriously, after the bizarre start of this whole comment section I think we could all use some bacon.
Surreal bacon feasts.atlharp, you have caused me to envision Salvador Dali-esque drapings of cooked slices, floating thru the InterNets and onto my keyboard.I'm thinkin' mebbe I should upgrade to pancetta in the morning.Whooda thot that antibiotic bug stompers, pain pills and gunblog cyberspace commentary would fling a craving on me for crispy cooked pig ?Late evening Alt-ternative: popcorn with crispy crumbled bacon on it, not to exceed 240gr doses per handful, at less than 12 fps hand to mouth. I can save my wrists from further food-recoil damage, and pad up the fatty tissue insulation on my fried nerve sheaths, all the while. Bacon: it's not just for breakfast anymore. It's a political statement, a ballistic foodie trend, and a neurological health discovery right out of the meat drawer. Thank you all for the entertainment and good grin. JohnM
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